Tears like diamonds
Fall down my face
Scraping against it
Tearing the skin
Ripping the flesh
And easing the pain
Or increasing it

At this point
I don't know

And baby,
Ill apologize when you finally spot my flaws.
A little mole on my side,
The rough of my feet,
The divot in my jaw.
Youll say theyre nothing,
And you say youll love me more.
But will you?
Will you be able to,
When theres nothing left to adore?
Will you when you see
The invert of my hips,
The cracks on my lips?
The scars on my legs and shoulders,
The tears that turn to boulders?
A chunk of missing flesh in my left thigh,
The way my light breath can turn to a heavy sigh?
The already forming wrinkles,
The way that I cry,
And how my nose crinkles?
The sensitivity of my eyes,
The part of me that has already died?
My ability to stand tall,
How easy it is for me to break and fall?
When you realize all of this...
Will you still be here for the long haul?

the second time i found her
it was in the midst of the grand staircase
she sat at the far edge overlooking the ballroom below
where many a face spun in wild dance
where many hearts fluttered on the verge of dreams

she cupped a single rose in her painted hand
its petals were cracked and dusty
and its scent had hints of rain
but she clutched it to her warm heart like adoration
saying softly that if she held it for long enough she could
give it life once again
i knew this to be true
but i feared the cost to her visionary soul
would it blind her to the tigers among the lillies in the ballroom
are we all not blind to the tragedy of happenstance

so i swept her up and rode into the night
to the shallow waters of the coast
where the salt of the sea could wash away the rose
cleanse the mortal wound that is such loves
but it was made of thicker smoke than that
and still you could smell a taste of rain on its dusty blue petals

i built a forest house that fall
and there i sat her to recuperate
but she only wanted to once again dance in the ballroom
with the faces of grandeur and the voices of naughty leasuire
'only a friend can debate you this tale'
is how i defended keeping her from that fate
once again we strove to gather words from the skies
as they fell like leaves abandoning their trees

once again she left in the spring
promising this time to take great cares with her pen and heart
i gave her a tender friends smile of my own as she had once done for me
and after she had faded down the summer road
i made my own way to the ballroom
because in secret i too longed to be lost in the swirling joys
the abandon of faces and names
of tigers dancing in the field of lillies
in a ballroom of trees